Siheyuan: I am the God of Cooking, and all the birds are crying with envy!

He Yuzhu hurriedly said goodbye to the old lady, turned around and ran into the village again.

He asked everyone he met if anyone had seen Ying Bao or Yu Haitang going up the mountain.

The villagers shook their heads, but all expressed their willingness to help in the search.

He Yuzhu was anxious, but also grateful for the villagers' enthusiasm.

He knows very well that in this difficult time, every bit of strength is precious, and the support of the villagers is like the stars in the darkness, bringing him a little comfort and hope.

He organized some young and strong villagers and prepared to head up the mountain.

At this time, the public security team also rushed to the village and met with He Yuzhu.

The police captain exchanged a few words with He Yuzhu and then led the team up the mountain together.

The police captain's eyes were firm and steady, and his every move showed his professionalism and competence. His appearance made He Yuzhu feel as if he had a backbone, and the panic in his heart subsided a little.

The mountain road was rugged and difficult to walk on. He Yuzhu was anxious, but his steps were a little staggering due to fatigue.

The long hours of running around and high mental stress have already pushed his body to its limit.

But he gritted his teeth and kept urging everyone to speed up.

Along the way, Ying Bao's lovely appearance kept appearing in his mind, and that sweet smile seemed to be the source of strength that supported him to move forward.

That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, able to dispel all the haze in his heart;

Like the gentle breeze on a summer night, it soothes his exhausted soul.

When they climbed over the third mountain, He Yuzhu's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He looked around, his eyes fixed on every corner where someone might be hiding.

He didn't dare to let go of every boulder or bush, for fear of missing any clue related to Ying Bao.

Finally, they found the small cave.

He Yuzhu rushed in without hesitation. The cave was dark and damp, filled with a foul smell.

The smell was pungent and unpleasant, like the breath of death and despair intertwined together, which made people feel chilled.

He shouted Yingbao's name loudly, and his voice echoed in the cave, but there was only a hollow echo in response.

The echoes struck his heart again and again, and each echo seemed to cut a hole in his heart, making his pain and despair even deeper.

Everyone searched the cave carefully and found only some worn-out clothes and some signs of life, but no sign of Ying Bao.

He Yuzhu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant. He leaned weakly against the stone wall of the cave, his eyes empty and desperate.

The police captain came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be discouraged, this at least proves that our direction is correct. She may have been transferred to another place. Let's continue looking."

The captain's voice was deep and powerful, like an invisible magic that could inject a bit of courage and strength into people in this dark moment.

He Yuzhu slowly raised his head, and a spark of hope suddenly rekindled in his originally dull eyes.

Although the spark was weak, it was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the way forward for him.

They carefully continued to explore along the winding path behind the cave, not daring to miss any suspicious signs, even the slightest one.

With every step he took, He Yuzhu's heart was in his throat, for fear of missing any clues related to Ying Bao.

Just then, a breeze blew gently, and the grass on the roadside swayed slightly.

He Yuzhu's sharp eyes were instantly attracted to it, and he saw a small object looming in the depths of the lush grass.

His heart tightened, and he hurried forward, squatted down and took a closer look.

When he saw the small object clearly, he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

It turned out that it was the small hairpin that Ying Bao always carried with her!

Although the delicate bow on the hairpin looks a little worn due to the passage of time and the hardships it has experienced, it still sparkles with a faint light, as if it is silently waiting for its owner's return, telling people about the hardships Ying Bao has encountered during this period.

He Yuzhu stretched out his trembling hands and gently picked up the hairpin.

He held the hairpin tightly in his hand, feeling its remaining warmth, and tears blurred his eyes involuntarily.

His voice was filled with endless sorrow and longing, and he choked up as he said, "Yingbao, my precious daughter, even if Daddy has to travel thousands of miles, he will definitely find you..."

At this moment, he felt mixed emotions, feeling a little happy about finding a clue, but also deeply worried about Ying Bao's safety.

As we continued along the path, the surrounding woods became increasingly dense, with the sunlight only able to shine through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows.

The road under my feet became increasingly difficult to walk on. The muddy ground and tangled tree roots could cause people to fall at any time.

But He Yuzhu ignored it all. His eyes were always fixed on the front, not missing any place where people might be hiding.

Suddenly, a villager shouted, "There seems to be a cabin over there!" Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw a dilapidated cabin looming in the depths of the woods.

He Yuzhu's heartbeat accelerated again, and he ran towards the cabin desperately.

The cabin looked dilapidated, with several planks of the roof missing and the walls crumbling.

He Yuzhu rushed to the wooden house first. He pushed open the shaky door with force, and the door hinges made a harsh creaking sound.

The room was filled with a dusty smell and the light was dim, making it almost impossible to see what was going on inside.

He shouted Ying Bao's name loudly, with a hint of trembling and anticipation in his voice.

However, the only response he received was deathly silence.

Everyone filed in and began to search the cabin carefully.

The house was simply furnished with only a tattered table and a few chairs, and some miscellaneous items piled in the corner.

He Yuzhu found a note on the table with a few words written crookedly on it: "If you want a child, go to the top of the mountain."

His brows were tightly furrowed, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

But he didn't hesitate at all, turned around and ran towards the top of the mountain again.

The road leading to the top of the mountain becomes increasingly steep and rugged, like the back of a giant dragon winding and reaching into the sky.

He Yuzhu's legs seemed to be pressed down by a heavy burden. Every step he took required tremendous effort. It felt as if his legs were filled with lead and were extremely heavy.

However, the deep love for his daughter and his indomitable perseverance in his heart were as hot as a burning flame, supporting him to move forward firmly.

His clothes had already been soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling down his resolute cheeks like pearls that had broken off the string.

His breathing gradually became rapid and heavy, like the sound of a bellows being pulled. Every inhalation and exhalation seemed to be rubbing his throat hard with rough sandpaper, causing bursts of pain.

After going through untold hardships, when they finally reached the summit, a bright and clear scene came into view:

There was a vast open space in front of me, with a simple tent standing alone on the space.

The area was silent except for the slight rustling of the grass in the breeze.

He Yuzhu took cautious and slightly trembling steps and slowly approached the tent.

At this moment, he could clearly hear his own heartbeat rumbling in his ears like thunder.

He stretched out his slightly trembling hand, slowly pulled the zipper of the tent, and then closed his eyes tightly. His heart was filled with anxiety and fear, and he was reluctant to open his eyes to peek into what kind of scene was hidden in the tent.

However, just as He Yuzhu opened the tent with hope, the expectation in his eyes was instantly shattered like a dream, and was completely shrouded by the haze of disappointment.

That look seemed to have experienced a tragic fall from the peak of hope to the abyss of despair. The eyes that were still shining with the light of longing a moment ago were now filled with endless darkness.

Then, anger gathered rapidly in the depths of his eyes like a surging tide, just like the suffocating depression and mania before a hurricane and rainstorm. His face was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and every inch of his muscles was tense to the extreme due to extreme anger, as if he had the powerful power to freeze the surrounding air, and the entire space seemed to have dropped in temperature due to his rage.

His eyes were as red as an angry lion's, a raging fire ignited by hatred and unwillingness burning wildly in them. The blue veins on his neck and arms were like towering trees that suddenly sprang up, thick and terrifying. They bulged high, showing the rage like a volcanic eruption in his heart at this moment, and the power that could destroy everything, which made people afraid to approach easily.

The reason why He Yuzhu was so furious was that he was ruthlessly fooled by Yu Haitang's insidious and cunning scheme.

Yu Haitang carefully planned this scam, deliberately letting him find Ying Bao's belongings, and then cleverly leading him to the top of the mountain step by step. His real and ugly purpose was not to let him find Ying Bao smoothly, but to completely trample on his heart, give him the most ruthless deception and humiliation, and use his pain and despair as the source of pleasure for his twisted soul. This behavior is really outrageous.

He Yuzhu suppressed the anger in his heart that was erupting like a volcano, and forced himself to calm down with his strong willpower.

He knew very well that in this critical moment, if he lost his reason, the situation would only get worse. Ying Bao's safety was hanging by a thread like a candle in the wind. He must not be led by Yu Haitang's vicious conspiracy.

He slowly closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his raging heartbeat and boiling thoughts.

Then, he began to sort out the whole story from beginning to end in his mind like an experienced and meticulous detective, not missing any tiny details. Every fragment, every confrontation with Xu Damao and Yu Haitang, every clue like a clue after Ying Bao's disappearance, all flashed through his mind one by one, gradually connecting into a clear and heart-wrenching picture.

When he opened his eyes again, there was no longer a mixture of pure anger and despair in his eyes. Instead, there was an expression of unwavering determination and decisiveness. He already had a plan in his mind.

He understood that since Yu Haitang's deliberate purpose was to humiliate him, Ying Bao must still be under her evil control, and she would not easily reveal Ying Bao's hiding place.

Therefore, continuing to search blindly on the top of the mountain would only be a futile waste of precious time. He had to find another way and look for a new breakthrough point.

So, he walked quickly to the side of the police captain, suppressed the turbulent waves in his heart, tried his best to make his voice sound steady and calm, and told the police captain his thoughts in a clear and orderly manner. He decisively asked to go down the mountain and start looking for Ying Bao from other clues. His firm tone revealed his immense determination to find his daughter.

In a cave on another hill, Yu Haitang was immersed in her almost perverted and twisted pleasure, wantonly torturing the innocent Ying Bao.

Her already distorted face looked particularly hideous and terrifying in the dim and gloomy light of the cave. Her eyes revealed madness and cruelty, like a demon from hell.

She bent down and slowly picked up the wooden stick on the ground. The stick in her hand seemed to instantly become a deadly weapon, carrying with it her full of malice and hatred.

She swung the stick high, drawing an arc filled with the breath of death in the air, and then hit Ying Bao's weak body hard.

Just when the wooden stick was about to fall, Xu Xinmei rushed over like a flash of lightning that cuts through the darkness. Without thinking, she threw herself on Ying Bao, using her body as a shield to hold Ying Bao tightly in her arms.

Immediately afterwards, the wooden stick fell heavily on Xu Xinmei's back. The piercing pain was transmitted from her back to her brain like a surging tide, making her unable to help but let out a painful groan. The sound echoed in the silent cave, heartbreaking.

When Yu Haitang saw Xu Xinmei protecting Ying Bao at the risk of her life, the anger in her heart burned even more fiercely like a raging flame.

She remembered that Xu Xinmei's sister Xu Xinyue had snatched He Yuzhu away, and the long-accumulated new and old hatreds suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption. She vented all her resentment and anger on Xu Xinmei without reservation.

Every scream of Xu Xinmei seemed to be the most beautiful music in the world in her distorted ears, making her feel unprecedented pleasure and satisfaction.

Therefore, the strength in her hands increased instead of decreased, and she swung the stick wildly again and again, and each blow was carried with stronger malice and hatred.

Even so, Xu Xinmei had no intention of retreating. She hugged Ying Bao tightly and used her body to build an indestructible line of defense for Ying Bao. That was the glory and courage of motherhood shining through.

Ying Bao hid in Xu Xinmei's arms, looking at the blood coming out of the corner of Xu Xinmei's mouth. She was so painful that she didn't know what to do for a moment. Her little head was blank and she could only cry.

The miserable cries echoed in the cave, interweaving with the dull sound of the wooden sticks falling, forming a heartbreaking and chilling picture, as if it was a true portrayal of purgatory on earth.

He Yuzhu led the public security team hurried down the mountain. His steps were firm and swift. Every step seemed to carry his deep concern for Ying Bao and tremendous anger towards Hai Tang. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the mountains like war drums.

On the way down the mountain, he discussed the next action plan with the police captain in a serious manner, while paying attention to the surrounding environment like a hawk, afraid of missing any clues that might be related to Ying Bao. His focused expression seemed to see through the entire forest.

They decided to conduct a carpet search of the surrounding hills and at the same time intensify their questioning of villagers, not letting go of anyone who might know Yu Haitang's whereabouts. It was like casting a dragnet to bring Yu Haitang to justice and rescue Ying Bao.

In the cave, Xu Xinmei's consciousness gradually became blurred, but her hands were still tightly holding Ying Bao, as if that was the most important mission in her life and her only perseverance in this dark and desperate situation.

Yingbao was crying in her arms, her little hands tightly clutching her clothes, and her small body was shaking constantly, and the shaking was full of fear and helplessness.

Yu Haitang was tired from fighting and stopped to catch her breath, but her eyes were still fixed on Xu Xinmei and Ying Bao. The malice in her eyes had not diminished at all, like a venomous snake ready to attack again at any time.

He Yuzhu and the public security team's search area was constantly expanding. They crossed mountains and rivers, regardless of fatigue and hardship. Every cave and every hidden corner was carefully checked by them, and their serious attitude seemed as if they were treating the most precious treasure in the world.

As time passed, He Yuzhu became more and more anxious, like an ant on a hot pan, but he never gave up. His love for his daughter became a powerful driving force for him to persevere.

In the cave, Xu Xinmei's back was covered with scars and her clothes were soaked with blood. The bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring in the dim cave.

Ying Bao raised her tearful little face and looked at Xu Xinmei. Her eyes were full of fear and worry, like a frightened deer.

She tried to wipe the blood from the corner of Xu Xinmei's mouth with her little hand, but her little hand was shaking constantly, and the shaking was full of heartache and fear for Xu Xinmei. Xu Xinmei slightly opened her eyes, looked at Ying Bao, and tried to squeeze out a smile to comfort her.

Although the smile was weak, it was full of endless tenderness and determination, as if telling Ying Bao not to be afraid, everything would be fine.

During the search, He Yuzhu met a villager who used to chop wood in the mountains.

Villagers recalled seeing Yu Haitang walking in a certain direction with a little girl a few days ago. Although they were not sure of the exact location, this clue gave He Yuzhu a glimmer of hope.

They sped up their search in the direction indicated by the villagers, their steps quick and their hearts full of anticipation.

After resting for a while in the cave, Yu Haitang began to insult and threaten Xu Xinmei and Ying Bao again.

Her words were like sharp blades, trying to break them mentally, and her vicious words shot like poisonous arrows into their hearts.